Stolen Sobriety /|\ MakaGraves
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Vladimir Makarov x Phillip Graves - A novel
Phillip's men, gone. Makarov had taken him cruelly and ruthlessly killed his men in the process.
It's bad, the situation is far less than desirable.
Is this love, or just passionate hate?
{Publizhed on AO3}
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DIZCLAIMER!
Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Possible Scenes Of Coercion and/or Non-Con Elements.
I have NOT played any of the Call of Duty gamez apart from COD B.O3, but I try not to look like a fake fan!
There might be zlight mizcharacterization, yet I try my bezt to make zure their moodz and likez are az canon az pozzible.
I am currently learning Ruzzian, but I am not good at it. I have only ztarted very recently, zo thingz will be google tranzlated and I will zearch up different petnamez and what not for when they zpeak any other language apart from Englizh!
I hope you enjoy ^_^
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